Ten Years of Secret Sign-Ins: Becoming the Source of Taboo

“They shattered my spine and tossed me into the haunted ancestral shrine to die.” They had no idea that one day of sign-in here was worth ten years in the outside world! After ten years sitting alone in the ruined shrine, the shadows had become my limbs, and whispers had sharpened into my blades... “The Deep-Dark Merchant has bought out my enemy's soul. The Calamity Messenger has put the gods on an extermination list. The warden is training the Old Ones...” By the time the great families were kneeling at my door, begging me to return, the myriad planes of existence had already collapsed and been reshaped in darkness. And all of it was just a casual move I made between sign-ins. “Shh. No loud noises in the Land of Origins.”